What he saw was a bright light like the bright sun, but when Lu Yun was in it, the first thing she felt was the coldness under the faint glacier.
Compared with the scenes in other parts of Guixiao, where there are three thousand inches of bare ground with no grass growing, the scenery in the Ghost King's Palace is extremely beautiful.
In the flowery garden, groups of black shadows are swimming, and those shadows pull out different shapes, forming countless monsters and monsters.
A cold feeling that can freeze one's soul permeates the Ghost King's Palace, and there are many weird things wherever he passes.
A Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night is nothing more than that.
Following the black shadow flow, Lu Yun followed the footsteps of these ghosts and walked step by step in a certain direction.
She held a lamp in her hand, and the light illuminated the path beneath her feet.
She could see some power reviving under the dark stone slabs.
The blood moon above their heads narrowed the distance between them. The enlarged moon wheel occupied all the field of vision, and the distance was as close as one's fingertips, which made people's blood boil.
The blood in his body seemed to be intensified under the light of the blood moon, showing a unique liveliness, which gave Lu Yun an abnormal urge to vent.
A trace of ghost energy was extracted from these ghosts and gathered towards where Geng was heading.
According to the ghost tribe, there is a Styx River there, and the ghost tribe's newborn will be born in the Styx River.
The long line maintained a certain silence.
In this environment where only the sound of footsteps was left, Lu Yun felt some special and familiar power.
From the ghost clan of Granny Ghost.
The opponent is indeed here, but there are too many ghosts here, and Lu Yun will not be able to lock all the ghosts over there for a while.
This castle is majestic and tall. When you look up, you can see that the cold dragon crystal creates a majestic body and solidifies into a mountain, standing in the eternal dark night.
The team was still approaching the River Styx. In fact, it didn't take long before Lu Yun saw a gray river.
The water flow was very fast and it was difficult to measure the depth. As soon as the spiritual consciousness came into contact with the water flow, it was easily swallowed up. The stinging pain in his mind made Lu Yun dare not continue to test.
This river of Styx, with nowhere to go and nowhere to go, runs through the entire castle, and in it flows the severe coldness from hell.
One by one, the ghosts walked towards the River Styx.
The power of their bodies was resonating with the Styx, and Lu Yun couldn't see the process.
What she could see was the red mist falling from the blood moon above her head, falling into the River Styx, covering it with an enchanting veil.
And under the veil, things similar to embryos are being born.
In the light red film, there is a gray liquid flowing, and the liquid is hugging a small ghost baby.
The whole process is quick.
The Blood Moon Festival is a ceremony that all ghost tribes are eager to participate in, but participating ghost tribes do not mean that they all want to have a new offspring.
Only in front of the ghost clan that resonates with the Styx will new embryos appear.
They stood on the edge of the river bank, looking down at the young lives below, with a joy and tenderness that should not belong to the ghost tribe.
The embryo is still gestating and does not meet the standards of being born into the world.
While waiting, the collision happened so suddenly.
In an instant, the battle spread to a large area, and some ghosts watching the theater were forced to get involved.
There was age and anger that could not be ignored in the loud scolding.
"You traitors!"
On the bank of the River Styx, the old ghost woman on crutches had a face full of hatred. She looked at the ghosts opposite and her fingers were trembling.
"Why are you betraying our king!"
During the stern questioning, the same old voice responded to her.
Grandpa Ghost stood with his waist bent and his hands behind his back, looking at Granny Ghost with nostalgia in his eyes.
"Ahua, the Ghost King has died a long time ago. All that exists now is a body and a broken soul."
"Even if you forcibly fill up the soul, what comes back will not be the original Ghost King, but just a puppet."
"Ahua, let go of the past. Stop being obsessed with it. As long as the new king is born, everything will start again."
Grandma Ahua, who was obsessed with the past, listened to this advice as if she had heard some big joke.
"Guicao, don't forget who gave you your life."
"The king has returned."
"A traitor like you does not deserve to continue to be by the king's side."
Grandma Ahua's tone was very cold, even when facing this former companion and friend, she was still cold and hard.
"Why bother?"
Grandpa Ah Cao sighed, feeling exhausted, and then turned around and walked out.
He has stopped participating in this war a long time ago. He came, as he said to those little human guys, just to see his former partner.
"Guicao, what do you want to do?"
Granny Ahua roared and waved, and the ghost tribe behind her couldn't wait to step forward to slaughter her fellow tribesmen.
The other side naturally gave a strong counterattack.
Facing the love, hatred and resentment among the ghost clan, Lu Yun quickly found Miao Ruoling and others.
They did not evade, but followed the deal at the time, siding with Grandpa Ghost and attacking the other party.
Renxiu's intervention undoubtedly broke the peace between the two parties over the years.
In the rage that reached the sky, several figures appeared next to Granny Ghost, all of whom were human cultivators.
Unlike Miao Ruoling and others, these Xiu were obviously prisoners and became bargaining chips in negotiations.
"If you don't want them to die, please stop."
The so-called you, naturally refers to the people on Lu Yun's side.
Looking at his companions, Elder Jin raised his hand to signal to suspend the attack.
Lu Yun allowed her body to be submerged in the wave of ghosts and carefully observed her surroundings.
When she came to the Ghost King's Palace, she found no trace of Meng Lin. He was resurrected by the "Ghost King", so when the Ghost King in his heart was born, he couldn't sit still and wait for death.
Her gaze slowly moved from the fighting ghosts to the River Styx, which had been temporarily ignored.
Above the Styx River, the red mist is like a dream.
The gray river and the endless waves could not take away those embryos. The embryos that were floating in it grew in the Styx with a solid attitude.
What they absorbed was the energy of the Styx.
And the River Styx carries all the negative emotions in the world.
Intense hatred, burning anger, roaring hatred...
And the ghost tribe born in these emotions and nourished by these things really find it difficult to coexist peacefully with humans.
As Lu Yun stared, a figure appeared next to the Styx River.
That's... Meng Lin.
Lu Yun moved her mind and was about to pass, but there was a ghost faster than him.
It's Aran.
Demented A Ran walked towards Meng Lin as if he couldn't see the fiery battlefield behind him.
He reached out and grabbed the other person's arm, easily and quickly.
He said: "You are here."
It's not a question, it's a smooth statement without any fluctuations.
Meng Lin turned around, and the fiery and strange lines occupied half of his cheeks, making his cold and hard face look a bit more strange. (End of chapter)
